At Michele's barbeque/tardball extravaganza last night, I was walking to the bathroom when I ran straight into a pole at crotch level. Someone had to make up for the general competence running rampant during the baseball game, but aside from that I plead poor lighting, poor placement, and poor choice of pole color. The major thought in my head as I crumpled to the ground making ow ow ow ow noises was, "If I had testicles, I'd be dead right now."
Fortunately, I do not have testicles (in case you were wondering). I do, however, have a shitload of peanut butter cookies left over. You guys barely made a dent in them. Come on, do you expect me to finish these all by mmffmmf? And for breakfmmff, mmf ffmff? Well, okay. I guess I'll just have mf mmff.Posted by dianna at May 30, 2005 11:11 AM